Salisa lohavittayavikant

If love is to be judged by most of its results, it is more like hatred than friendship.

– La Rochefoucauld

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

– Tennyson, The Brook